First of all, I'm not a girly kinda guy. I'm not that good-looking, underwear supermodel, spray myself with 4 gallons of cheap cologne before I hop in my pimp-mobile to the local strip bar. I live in pairs of shorts, shirts, and over shirts with pics of cars and semi-clothed Bettie Page. I will only wear pants when needed, such as weddings and interviews(maybe). Hell, I won't even wear them to my own funeral. I want to be buried in my car then set ablaze like a freakin' viking funeral. Gwahh!! And you'll never, ever, never(well, maybe) catch me wearing a skirt. A mumu perhaps. I'm something of a greasemonkey. I feel at peace lying under a car looking up it's skirt at all her goodly parts. I like sitting at home and watching tv, reading a book in complete silence with someone else, or beating the crap out of eachother. Walking, driving into nowhere is the most fun I could have. I don't get lost because I don't care where I go. It's all an adventure. Otherwise, I'm not perfect. I was told I'm like something out of a romance novel. Arrogant, self-confident, forceful(sometimes), and hair-grabbingly kissy. You know, like a caveman. COG SMASH!! Beat her over the head and take her home. Hehehe. I'm to anal, I'm stubborn, I keep quiet at the wrong times, I'm obnoxious, dorky, nerdy, and too nice sometimes. But I'll let you put makeup on me if you're bored. Yes, I know, I'm a complete dorkus. "Reality is a crutch for those who can't cope with drugs." -Lily Tomlin